we’re told that life is a never ending circle yet we don’t return
life is serious but sometimes we can take it too seriously
washed up on the shore we see one life being passed onto another
a break to recharge by pressing pause on life, but how long to hold it
each crack tells a tale of life, of joy, of heartache tales that can’t be faked
we hope for purpose to leave a small legacy life ends anyway
some grow straight and true others search along the way and build character
our lives are a gift that someday we return when our bones are picked clean
uptown jack 